{"id":5151,"date":"2021-12-27T13:15:06","date_gmt":"2021-12-27T13:15:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=5151"},"modified":"2021-12-27T13:15:06","modified_gmt":"2021-12-27T13:15:06","slug":"the-well-drawing-mother-of-a-bishop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-well-drawing-mother-of-a-bishop\/","title":{"rendered":"The Well Drawing Mother of a Bishop!"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><em>&#8220;May you be the mother of a bishop!&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\nAn Irish &#8220;blessing&#8221;, depending on the context of the utterer<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<figure style=\"width: 1024px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/live.staticflickr.com\/8210\/8217013651_9d9fd1f907_b.jpg\" width=\"1024\" height=\"680\" alt=\"Lough Sillian - near Shercock in Cavan\" class=\"size-full\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Lough Sillian &#8211; near Shercock in Cavan<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>At the well she stooped for water,<br \/>\nFrom her forehead she brushed her hair,<br \/>\nOn drawing up the bucket full,<br \/>\nShe noticed strangers standing there,<br \/>\nThey looked old, odd and tired,<br \/>\nSomething was odd and wrong,<br \/>\nPassing she bade them the time of day,<br \/>\nQuerying were they waiting long?<br \/>\nThe answer was as strange as the strangers looked<br \/>\n&#8220;We are waiting a long long time now,<br \/>\nThis piqued her curiosity to wonder<br \/>\nAs to why they were there and how<br \/>\nShe passed them and did not see them,<br \/>\nThe story she&#8217;d often tell,<br \/>\nOf the men with whom she spoke,<br \/>\nDrawing water from the well.<br \/>\nAs is the custom she queried<br \/>\nWould they like to go to her home for tea,<br \/>\nThe answer rooted her to the spot,<br \/>\nStartled, listening stood she&#8230;<br \/>\n&#8220;We cannot leave this spot one said,<br \/>\nTill your son a bishop is ordained&#8221;<br \/>\nThis rose her eyebrows as she was but not long married<br \/>\nAnd so far childless remained!<br \/>\nWe are but poor, how could we pay<br \/>\nA child as clergy to educate.<br \/>\nWe are but not long married<br \/>\nShe to the strangers did relate.<br \/>\nShe looked into their faces,<br \/>\nSaw they were solemn, but as to why<br \/>\nShe didn&#8217;t know, bid them farewell<br \/>\nAnd homeward she did fly.<\/p>\n<p>The years passed, children were born,<br \/>\nAt least one of whom was a son,<br \/>\nHe joined the priesthood in Canada,<br \/>\nAs prophesised be became one<br \/>\nO the bishops on that side of the world<br \/>\nAs the strangers did foretell<br \/>\nTo his then childless mother who drew water<br \/>\nAt the Lough Sillian shoreside well!<br \/>\nWhy was for them that punishment given?<br \/>\nWas it but a peasants tale?<br \/>\nWe wonder yet ask no questions<br \/>\nFor the truth often would make the listener pale!!!<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Ref<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.irishidentity.com\/extras\/supernat\/stories\/ghost.htm\">Irish Identity<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;May you be the mother of a bishop!&#8221; An Irish &#8220;blessing&#8221;, depending on the context of the utterer At the well she stooped for water, From her forehead she brushed her hair, On drawing up the bucket full, She noticed strangers standing there, They looked old, odd and tired, Something &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2479],"tags":[4509,78,4510,4508],"class_list":["post-5151","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ghost-story","tag-bishop","tag-ghost-story","tag-premonition-cavan","tag-shercock","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1l5","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3970,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-tithe-child-of-romsey\/","url_meta":{"origin":5151,"position":0},"title":"The Tithe Child of Romsey","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"21st September 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"One tenth of all - the parsons share From cows in pasture to poultry flock From grain blowing in the breeze To cloth weaved and other stock... 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